This is a song about "Cleopatra comming at ya"

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Comming straight outta the trap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

For now everything just seem so right

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

No sequel iron at ya temple

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Ambition till i die, dont ask me why, look at ya self and ya no why i try

It becomes a nuisance when ya look at the blueprints,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with